Arrow Lake Deerly Departed

Wraen was a little disappointed to find out that her direct access to the creek and lands beyond it was occupied by a pack of wolves. The scent of the residents was so thick in the land and few stolen glances of the inhabitants in the distance, deterred her from any attempt at trespassing. Yet she was very keen on examining the oblong lake a little southwards to the mountain range she had descended from. The sight of water-fowl the last time was worth to explore today. 

What she did and how she got to the location is not relevant, because she was distracted by the "fresh" smell of supposedly dead-meat bee-lining from somewhere from the mountain towards line of trees nearby. Curious and perplexed on, how exactly a dead body could move, she followed the trail, until she caught sight of an even more surprising image. What appeared to be a piece of someone's leg moving accross the landscape and banging into the trees. 

Not too long ago someone had told her (and been pretty sure about this as well) that magic did not exist. She wondered, what would that person say now, if they saw, what she did. Wraen drew closer and closer, until she made out the secret behind the "magic trick" - there by that leg was a small creature working furiously and very diligently to move forwards with the prize that was way bigger than itself. At other times Wraen would be indulged to scare the little beast away and steal the leg, but now the sight was too amusing not to enjoy it a while longer. She sat down to watch.